Daniel Newwyn

[I am a Table] Chapter 16

Instead of securing the wand in a drawer, a box, anywhere, ANYWHERE safe, she just… moved on. She grabbed an onion from the counter and got to chopping, completely oblivious to the fact that the magical artifact of destiny was now in grave danger.

Blorbo watched in horror as the chaos began.

She plopped a handful of herbs onto the table—right next to the wand.

Then came a ...

[I am a Table] Chapter 15

As the cart rumbled along the dirt path toward home, Blorbo did his best to ignore the cabbage dust coating his surface and the dread of losing that one cabbage point. He didn’t know if Opportunity Sense had done anything to boost his perception, but he felt as though he was a tiny bit better at overhearing stories against his will now.

“So do you think ...